Grain of Sand
I could fill a room with empty pockets
I could build a palace from lost ideals
Forgotten to say what it is that I wanted
Now I go to sleep and dream of nothing
So the weatherman says there'll be a change in the weather
& this is fine in my time of life
If someone could tell me something l hadn't heard before
I wouldn't be knocking at your door.

Like a grain of sand that's how I feel tonight
In a foreign land
washed up and out of sight..........
I woke up this morning and felt like a zombie
Couldn't find the shoes underneath my bed
My tongue was covered in fur
So I shoved it in my pocket
At least I'm alive I think I'll survive

Like a grain of sand
that's how I feel tonight
In a foreign land
Washed up and out of sight

Wild & Wicked World
I'm out in the wild & wicked world
drunk again without a girl
like a sailer in a bar
I'm all dressed up & going nowhere
where's yon damsel in distress
where's the one to get me out of this mess
where's the girl with the red dress on
who's gonna keep me up all night long
she is wild she is pretty
she could come from new york city
she's no rogue like fantasy
if she is a dream
then this is real to me...
I'm out in the wild & wicked world
doing deals with Lucifer
biting the hand from which I'm fed
shame about my attitude
I love to see prosperity
& wonder when it's coming to me
where's my reward for sweat & blood
where do I go to get my prize
everywhere I look they're driving mercedes
drinking wine with expensive women
indulging in a fantasy
if that is a dream it sure looks real to me...
I'm out in the wild & wicked world
maybe I should have stayed in bed
I should have had my brain dry cleaned
it's getting dirty & very mean
Shame about your fantasy
shame about what you have done to me
if there is no justice in this place
I might as well move into outer space
if you don't call that's allright
I'll see you njext saturday night

Pick up the Pieces
I heard you made another resolution
I even heard the price you paid
you can be anything you ever wanted
at least for now if not for ever
But talk is cheap & not always recommended
you can't live on favors
shot down by the best of intentions
I don't mind I got time & believe that...
you better pick it up...all the broken pieces
throw away what you don't need
keep on going to all the right places
sooner or later
you get what you need....
When you get tired of your latest creation
& are looking around for new ideas
when you get bored with all your complications
why not call I got time & believe that
you better pick it up...all the broken pieces
throw away what you don't need
keep on going to all the right places
sooner or later
you get what you need.....

Running away from Home
On the train back to Paris it was raining in the carriage
I was talking to the window it was ignoring me
the ageing seargent major drinking whisky from brown paper
terrorized the tourists who thought they were on TV
this drunken son of empire threw up in the corner
accosted everyone in sight all through the noisy night
& they were all running away from home
I'd done a runner from the asylum
hitched a ride with the matron
began selling cardboard cutouts of my own disease
I'd no respect for the institution
I wasn't seeking absolution
there was talk of a revolution
but I missed the wheels going round
& as the rich get richer
the ditches that you're digging
are no deeper than the ditch
you get eventually...
& we were all running away from home
They was a crowd at the station
like a carnival of thieves
the cripples & the gypsies wre begging on their knees
ignored & abandoned I could not find relief
I couldn't listen to their speeches
I wasn't standing on my own two feet...
I lost the plot in the graveyard
drank some wine on the boulevard
began talking in an american accent
to see if they could undersdtand me
three college girls on vacation
seemed to adore the masturbation
of the sycophantic sophomore
I was pretending to be
meanwhile back in the asylum
with Joesephine & Napoleon
I was just about to speak
when she made it quite clear
That we were all running away from home......

Revolution
I'm pawning my blues
I've got my walking shoes
no looking over my shoulder
I'm heading off in a motor
I'm dammed if I do
& I'm dammed if I don't
I'll get my head out of moth balls
I'll clean out the closet
I've been looking for a clue
now I know what to do
I've been waiting for sometime
you can have yours I want to.....
Savour my time without reason or ryhme
I'm going down to the basement
I left something down there
It is not in my mind
it is following me around
like a faithful old bloodhound
might come & undo me
I've been looking for a clue
now I know what to do
I've been waiting for sometime
you can have yours I want a.....
Revolution in my life
I think that now is the time...

Friday 13
She says I don't wanna talk about it
I say I can't speak no more
what chance this weather
to ever understand it
I got the voodoo
I got the shadow at the back door
& when your creatures come to defend you
it could be friday 13
could be the end of the world....
I say I see no way around it
She say I can't get past that door
I see no reason to indulge in this madness
like a volcano it's time to explode
& when your creatures come to defend you
it could be friday 13
could be the end of the world....

Love or imagination
Sometimes I get frightened
I go out of my head
no one comes to my mountain
& no one hears a word that's said
Sometimes I look for a reason
& sometimes I fail
then again just like the seasons
I come around again
So please forgive this fascination
but is this love or imagination?
Sometimes I worry about the things that are near to me
about the things that I hold close
sometimes I worry about the 3rd world
& I ain't even seen the first
So please forgive this fascination
but is this love or imagination?
Now they got TV out in the jungle
& everybody is going up to outer space
why don't you come & visit in my tenement
before they blow us all off this place
So please forgive this fascination
but is this love or imagination?.....

Cartoon Life
Well I had an opinion
which I lost along the way
with a little too much slapstick
& too much comedy
I could have been a stand up in the theatre
or a carnival act
I've done my bit for vaudeville
& now there's no looking back
through this cartoon life....
Well I'm not the only one
I'm reassured by the fact
it's lonely in the funny papers
with a knife stuck in your back
a cardboard cutout for a companion
in a watercolour life
what is real & what is not
doesen't matter in a cartoon life
this cartoon life....
I don't feel like complaining
I wouldn't trade the life I've had
& I sing no regrets for any that I have
I won't change a thing
because now I understand
This cartoon life......

Idiot Blues
I got success on my mind
she's a pretty nice girl
she is not being unkind
Got me a brand new pair of walking shoes
I'm all slicked back
& got nothin' to lose
I got friends who live in the jungle
lost themselves in the worthless tangle
each of them is a rolling stone
& all of them own their own homes
now some roll left & some roll right
& some of them can't sleep at night
uh huh.... they got the idiot blues....
Me I'm gonna rattle my own pots & pans
& take me off to the distant land
I hope this land don't go up in smoke
& if I go that I don't go broke
there is some time left to contemplate
so I'll put my meat right on the plate
I'll put that plate right on the train
that can carry me back to the promised land
singing....
I got the idiot blues.......

all titles CJ Bailey
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